Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.